his eyes scan the article and shakes his head. this is almost what im talking about.

(Sorry iatos, pyromancer, heat mancer, auto correct loves messing me up)

Dressage looks at the bag of money, looks at the scroll, then looks back at the zebracorn. "Its gonna take me a month to be able to make the armor at least but a week to make the sword. Come on in" the blacksmith said to bane and excellion as he pulls a key out of his pocket and unlocks the door to his shop, the dressage of all trades. The blue and black creature walks over to the counter, open a small gate and shut it behind him. To the left of the counter is a short hallway that faces dressages work space. The Pegasus walks to the back, grabs a piece of wood, and throws it to bane.

Bane glanced to the others then follows Dressage, when he enters the smithy he smiles somewhat to himself as its quite the suitable place. He figure out that Dressage is indeed a smith as he pieces the things he said before together and it actually make sense. It didn't sound like a bad thing to work for a with or for a smith as he figured it was quite the respectable craft. Then he suddenly flinches and snap out of his thoughts as he realizes a piece of wood is comming in his direction rather rapidly... his eyes narrows rapidly, as he jump to the side hearing it clonk towards the floor. "Woah... give me a heads up before you throw wood at me" he complained and glanced at it. "Uhm... do you want me to ignite this?" he asked as he picked the piece of wood up with his hoof.

Lighthooves looks at him and chicks his eyebrow. "Almost?"

"Yeah, I find myself enamored with your ability, so show" he says grabbing a big block of metal and brings it to his anvil.

Bane nodded, sweat dropping slightly over how... weird this stallion was at times. But however he looked to the piece of wood narrowing his gaze as he focused, then his horns and eyes glowed causing the piece of wood to suddenly ignite. Bane threw it into the forge where it continued to burn without problem. He then focused once more causing the small flaming on the stick to grow exponentially along with the heat, until there was a miniature inferno inside... then he gasped, and the flames died out as there was nothing left of the wood or for it to burn. "Well... that's the gist of it" he said shaking his head.

So, heat magic, nice" dressage said as he pulled a box of wood out and throws 5 or 6 pieces into the fire as he pulls out another piece, puts it in his mouth as smoke erupts from his nose and he puts a newly burning piece of wood in the kiln.

excellion smiles. theres 3 swords and a month will give plenty of time.

epos looks at him. robberys are not as bad as coldblooded murder or slaying

"So.... you draw a line at that but not lower penalization crimes?" He said thinking.

i am a guardian who is used to stopping murder and mayhem the thefts are easy to stop if you put more security around rare artefacts like the ones stolen

Bane nodded "heat, fire, yes, simply put" he said and watched the smith. "I suppose it could be useful in a smithy like this" he said.

Lighthooves thinks back. "If my memory serves me right, wasn't there a thief named Rough Diamond who was such a master burglar that, even with police on the scene with a tracking spell on the artifact, they still stole the priceless object?"

Dressage pulls out a metal chisel and starts shearing metal sheet off "have you ever thought about cooking?" He questions.

epos thinks. i remember that article it went on for weeks.

excellion sits in a chair and grabs his waterbottle taking a drink as he takes out the lightening dragon fang and holds it to his hand.

"Yeah, eventually it was busted open because she made a sloppy mistake. What I'm saying, it's not just security increase to deal with them."he said and then took a sip.

Bane thought about the food stuff, well he couldn't really say that he had thought about it much. "I suppose not... Haven't really cooked much in my life" he said Sighing

"Then how did you survive for so long" dressage said as he looks at excellion with the bag of Dragon fangs "please put that away, to me it's a painful reminder that some ponies hunt dragons for souvenirs and don't respect the beauty"

its not souveniers. their materials for the 3 fangs a reminder of my lost family members. my mother flare dragonfang mavros and my brother ragnarok

epos nods and looks at him. well till i scout out this vici veritas ill keep looking into it.

Sorry for the loss, but please, put them away

"Okay," Lighthooves said as he continued reading through the newspaper. "So, where are you off to now?"

Miles away in the city of Hurricane, an art exhibit stood on display for the world to see. As a guard walked by, he noticed that the entire exhibit had been vandalized. Nothing taken, nothing missing, but everything turned into a wreck of garbage as if someone wanted to ruin the valuable collection of paintings by Remanebrant. In the middle, holding a used can of spray paint and looking around the room was a masked armored pony taking in and looking over the rim in fine detail.
The guard pony pulled his club and pointed out at the intruder. "I know who you are Vici Veritas. Put your hooves on your head and lay down on the ground."
Vici looked his direction, right in the eyes and shook his head 'no.' As the guard approached him, a smoke pellet caused a massive busy of thick fog to roll around the mysterious figure. When the room cleared, Vici was gone, leaving spray paint and trashed scraps of art prices all over the floor.